Movie credits descend and sink to the bottom of the tv screen; Admire the time travel of a blink, repositioned on the bed, not keen
Expired pills; motivating my pulse Hands shifting; trying to keep up and end this life which by day gets worse Free this defunct soul and succumb
And in that moment, the silent tear that doesn't cease formation; i have surrendered, time is in halt The sadness salt, in a state of reconstitution,
But death wasn't part of the victory She was another night of bedridden dreary Pre-measured mentality part anxiety part agony; retaining me as an emissary to unearth my mystery
where do my nightmares trail? who fogs my thoughts at night? who tallies off my breaths?
So yes, those pills; those expired ******* pills did not give me the answer Instead, i woke up to another whisper